Teddy Brown. Not quite sure what she's doing here.
Flick through books, Rip out pages, Kick the radiator to stay warm, Even though its Spring. Waste hours suppressing the complaints of your stomach. Spend hours studying the digestive system.
Little Miss Pitiable, No fixed abode, Stands where you left her, On the side of the road..
Shuffle the papers and annoy everyone in the office, That will teach them. Nurse your papercuts sulkily under judgmental eyes, Not their problem.
A wonderland hidden from strangers eyes, Rose patterned plates hold apple-hot pies, Earl grey tea served in mismatched cups, Fresh dairy milk sits in tiny tin jugs.
PAIN Needles in black and grey attack my sides, faces blur. A heavy beat rocks my body. Weight on my shoulders, pushing me down. Can't breathe. The musics drowning me.
SILENCE Purple colour explodes around me, flowers and fireworks blossom in lilac, indigo, violet and .....there. A silver spiderweb sparkles, seduces, wraps itself around my willing body.
"My first memory was from an old woman", the memory thief locks his arms behind his neck as he stretches out on the sofa beside my cat.
Its stuck on repeat in my head,The sort of dream a girl gets every so often, I'd rather a wet dream than this sloppy shit. It's one of those dreams, a proper Taylor swift music video.
The red carpet, pumping red. Snaking across veined pink marble. Smells like money, metallic, magnetic, Crys out for stinging applause. I hate shaving my legs. Mingle with the mix of water and soap.
Hair, so greasy you could fry chips. Nails, cracked and abstract. Skin, raspberry ripple flushed. Eyes, chipped marbles of green glass. Smile, tiny tic tacs for teeth. You, a small piece of heaven.
Soap, No harmonious scent Just a clean chemical concoction That slithered over lumps and bumps, Skin and bone, And left a trail To be inhaled..